Chapter 1007: Tomb Discovery (1)

"Look at your tone, as if you've seen that kind of mirror. I don't believe that there can be a mirror to find the soul in this world. I am an atheist and I don't believe that ghosts exist after death!"
Said the woman in disdain.
Yang Zimei smiled.
She didn't find it worthwhile to argue with an atheist that there is a soul in this world.
Everyone has something she believes in. She can't impose her thoughts and what she sees and thinks on others.
However, she wanted to look at the soul of this woman in black, after all, she couldn't see her information in her eyes.
From the storage ring she touched the mirror that could see the soul.
The woman in black looked at her with a stunned look. She suddenly had a mirror in her hand, and if she looked carefully, the mirror was almost the same as the mirror in the portrait.
"Willn't you be taking Qin Wang's osteoscope or the mirror in this portrait?"
The woman in black asked in doubt.
Yang Zimei didn't answer, but took the mirror and shot at the woman in black.
The woman in black turned around and ducked away, hiding her face and shouting, "What are you doing? Don't take me!"
"Che, I thought you were a cow who wasn't afraid of the sky. It turned out that you were scared to laugh at a mirror."
Yang Zimei will be excited.
"I don't like to look in the mirror, what's more? Besides, I don't know if your mirror is a osteoscope, will it make me sick with X-ray radiation too much, and quickly collect it.
Women in black argue.
Yang Zimei had to put away the mirror, but in her heart she was thinking about looking for a chance to take a quiet photo of her to see how her soul looked.
Seeing the mirror disappear on her hand again, the woman in black looked up and down Yang Zimei, and could not find a place where she could hide anything.
"Will you be magic? Where did the mirror go?"
"This is the secret of the magician, naturally I can't tell you!"
Yang Zimei deliberately mysteriously said.
She is not stupid enough to tell her space storage ring to others.
"Don't tell, don't tell, stingy!"
The woman in black snorted coldly, raised her feet like a vent, kicked on the portrait, and acted extremely rudely, making Yang Zi's eyelids jump.
She just wanted to scold her, but saw that the picture suddenly split two slits, and then gradually expanded to the sides ...
"I wiped, and I was kicked into the office again!"
The woman in black screamed with joy, and hooked her head and looked into the crack.
Yang Zimei also leaned over to see!
I saw a stone table inside, two men and a woman sitting on both sides of the stone table, sitting down and playing chess.
Men wore armor, and women wore chiffon, with long hair and faces that could not see.
"Live figurines?"
The woman in black whispered, and the first one jumped in.
Yang Zimei followed.
"I rub, this man is the man with the portrait outside, this woman ..."
The woman in black reached out and raised the woman's long hair covering her face, and then she took a breath and said, "Why are you so?"
Yang Zimei also saw it.
This woman really looks like herself, but like herself a few years later.
"It's not a living figurine, it's a wax figure! It made me rejoice!"
The woman in black touched her finger on it, said frustrated.
Yang Zimei also saw it really, these two are really wax figures.